To me, when someone wrongs you, you both share the burden of that wrongdoing—the pain of it weighs on both of you. Forgiveness, then, means choosing to bear the full weight all by yourself.

We may both be bad, but there’s a huge difference between us—I’m not content with being this way.

Yes," I say. "Three of these flying birds." I touch my collarbone, marking the path of their flight - toward my heart. One for each member of the family I left behind.

Fear doesn't shut you down; it wakes you up. I've seen it. It's fascinating." He releases me but doesn't pull away, his hand grazing my jaw, my neck. "Sometimes I just...want to see it again. Want to see you awake.

I might be in love with you." He smiles a little. "I'm waiting until I'm sure to tell you, though.

I need the protection of seeming weak.

Please. They're like the Cult of Four.